Moving

Moving, just keep moving,

Till I don't know what's sane,

I've been moving so long,

The days all feel the same,

Moving, just keep moving,

Well I don't know why to stay,

No ties to bind me,

No reasons to remain,

Got a low, low feeling around me,

And a stone cold feeling inside,

And I just can't stop messing my mind up,

Or wasting my time,

There's a mow, low feeling around me,

And a stone cold feeling inside,

I've got to find somebody to help me,

I keep you in mind,

So I'll keep moving, just keep moving,

Well I don't know who I am,

No need to follow,

There's no way back again,

Supergrass

Crossroads

All you folks think you own my life

But you never made any sacrifice

Demons they are on my trail

I'm standing at the crossroads of hell

I look to the left I look to the right

There's hands that grab me on every side

All you folks think I got my price

At which I'll sell all that is mine

 You think money rules when all else fails 

Go sell your soul and keep your shell

I'm trying to protect what I keep inside

All the reasons why I live my life

Some say the devil be a mystical thing

I say the devil he a walking man

He a fool he a liar conjurer and a thief

He try to tell you what you need

Try to tell you what you need

Standing at the point

The road it cross you down

What is at your back

Which way do you turn

Who will come to find you first

Your devils or your gods

All you folks think you run my life

Say I should be willing to compromise

I say all you demons go back to hell

I'll save my soul save myself

Tracy Chapman

The Gift

The Athens House of Photography presents Giorgia Fioro's latest work, titled "The Gift".

The Italian photographer who traveled around the world from 2000 to 2009 and "walked the path of a photographic survey along a personal journey".

"At the end of these first ten years, although I understood that my idea of "photography of the real" had changed, I had not yet gauged to what degree, nor in concrete terms, in what way, my relation to the object of the photographic gaze had become radically different..."

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Duration: 28/04/2011 - 19/06/2011

Model Behaviour

Hey bitch... 

Standing there, all you do is stare

You got no soul, and you just don't care

About anything but yourself

Did you know other people exist?

Don't wanna hear about your life,

Hang out with you? I'd rather die!

Please stop wasting all my time

Your goddamn yourself hook all out

You don't have to suck d**k to succeed

Woke up on two sides of society

To drag me down, you're gonna have to fight me!

I don't wanna shake your dirty hand

I don't wanna live in land

Momma said you're a bit naive

Or just a bitch, who forgot to eat!

No real rave and no release,

Your life is so fucking empty!

You don't have to suck d**k to succeed!

You don't have to suck d**k to succeed!

Kate Nash

Life After Sundown

Bad boys / Sad girls

Death sure makes a fuss

What are we gonna do when it comes for us?

Night descends moonlessly / Cops are humming tunelessly

Walking in a straight line

Cold pistol in the inner coat pocket

I hope he don't hear commotion in the park

I hope he don't hear strange animal in the dark

I'm walking alone / The streets are so wet

I'm walking alone / The only thing bright is the streetlight

The only thing warm is the blood in our veins

So I think of warm days as a getaway

Like Valentino in Blood and Sand

It's another sleet night / The only thing bright is the streetlight

I'm walking alone / The streets are so wet

I'm walking alone / The only thing bright is the streetlight

The only thing warm is the blood in our veins

So I think of warm days as a getaway

It's another sleet nite / The only thing bright is the streetlight

I'm walking alone

Life is borrowed / Sometimes blue

What are we gonna do ?

What are we gonna do when it comes for us ?

Glass Candy

Greek Island II

GREEK ISLAND* (Part Two)

*code name of the secret bunker built for the members of the US Congress

This is the second part about the exhibition. We are still down here, at the two-story basement, in the city's center. Where one has the feeling that he/she walks into the subconscious of contemporary Greek history...

For the nine artists involved in the project, the discovery of this space was a welcome break from the chase of this mercilessly accelerating present and a challenge to reflect upon and seek an honest encounter with its secret history. Installations, photographs, sculptures, videos and drawings especially created for the exhibition transform this submersion in the basements into a palimpsest of a mnemonic wandering plan. These works keep breathing in the anti-raid shelters, while freeing for the visitor the oxygen of freedom and hope.

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Participating Artists:

Adonis Volanakis,

Nadia Kalara+Martin Carlé,

Panos Kostouros,

Kleoni Manoussakis,

Iliodora Margellos,

Maria Nymfiadi,

Constantinos Patsios,

Daphne Tsatsou

Art Exhibition / Ethniki Insurance Mansion, Site of Historical Memory 1941-1944, Korai 4

Duration 27.04.11 - 27.05.11

  

my view: The history of this place speaks by itself. Is this exhibition the "appropriate one" to honor this venue of pain and suffering? Is not for me to say. But...never the less it gave us the opportunity to visit this kind of "Greek Island" for the first time in our life. A place that is so near us...but so far away... 

Greek Island I

GREEK ISLAND*

*code name of the secret bunker built for the members of the US Congress

The group art exhibition GREEK ISLAND* brings the spectators to a very central albeit secret spot of Athens and invites them to share a powerful emotional experience.

The walker, the downtown visitor may find himself in the air-raid shelter transformed into a military lock-up of the German Kommandantur, only if she/he is willing to briefly lose her/his way in the city and rediscover it anew.

Down here, at the two-story basement, one has the feeling that he/she walks into the subconscious of contemporary Greek history. The walled-in text of the space itself as well as the inscriptions on the rest of the surfaces transforms the place into a “magical notebook” where the lines that indefinitely trace a permanent mnemonic path are erased.

The successive removal of the wall layers – a method of uncovering the underlying surfaces – re-inscribe the space’s historical past since 1990, when the Ministry of Culture coordinated the efforts of a group of curators, historians, technicians and engineers. This triggered the countdown for the space’s revival and restoration as a museum.

Right above, a city made of densely stratified networks, technologies and strategies goes on building an incessantly escaping present.

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--end of part 1

Daydream in Blue

Daydream, I fell asleep amid the flowers,

for a couple of hours, on a beautiful day.

Daydream, I dream of you amid the flowers,

for a couple of hours, such a beautiful day.

I dream a dirty dream of you baby

You're crawling on the bathroom floor,

You float around the room and you're naked,

Then you're flying out the bedroom door,

I dream a dirty dream

I dream a dirty dream

Daydream, I fell asleep amid the flowers,

for a couple of hours, on a beautiful day.

Daydream, I dream of you amid the flowers,

for a couple of hours, such a beautiful day.

I dream a dirty dream of you baby

You're swingin' from the chandelier

I'm climbing up the walls 'cause i want you

but when I reach ya, you disappear,

I dream a dirty dream

I Monster

Blues for U

Look at us now we got this far,

but far she says only China is.

I step aside, I make place,

for the gambler with my face.

Would you swim with me?

I'd be thrilled honestly.

Would you swim with me?

I'd be thrilled honestly.

Would you bring me the head of the girls that I met?

I've heared the the jugglers who threw me here

return this day next year.

I felt like shit before,

but when I think of my baby leaving

I can't take this smell no more.

I walked this street before.

I ain't the one that is moving, baby,

but this town ain't like home anymore.

How many friends should I sleep with in here

to make the weight of my birden all clear?

I'm passing on my highest card

now the gambler took my part.

Would you swim with me?

I'd be thrilled honestly.

Would you swim with me?

I'd be thrilled honestly.

Would you bring me the head of the girl I was with?

And all the jugglers the jugglers who threw me here.

And all the boxers they step out of the ring,

take their bathrobes and sing.

The boxers sang with the carnival band

Balthazar

You've Got The Love

Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air 

I know I can count on you

Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care"

But you've got the love I need To see me through

Sometimes it seems that the going is just too rough

And things go wrong no matter what I do

Now and then it seems that life is just too much

But you've got the love I need to see me through

When food is gone you are my daily need

When friends are gone I know my saviour's love is real

Your love is real

You got the love

Time after time I think "Oh Lord what's the use?"

Time after time I think it's just no good

Sooner or later in life, the things you love you loose

But you got the love I need to see me through

You got the love

Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air

I know I can count on you

Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care"

But you've got the love I need to see me through

You got the love

Florence and the Machine